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Post by Karlo Damian Vanderwood on Oct 9, 2010 22:13:41 GMT -6
Karlo walked down street, he felt lonely that night, since he saw Jasmine with another guy, everything changed. His six months in jail didnt meant anything to him now, he wanted something new now. He was into drugs now, sometimes cocaine, sometimes weed and worse things. But always having something in mind. Revenge. There was nothing else that matters such as take Revenge, Nate should pay, eventually, and slowly. He was just waiting for the right time and the right moment, something very planned, something he deserve it. After all, Karlo Vaderwood raised from the ashes.He was in this dark alley when he decided to go to the movies, an easy and peaceful night, thats what he wanted. He walked to buy some tickets, what movie? he didnt knew, he didnt cared, he just knew he didnt wanted to see a romantic shit, he wasnt for romantic things lately.
Tag: Ty V.
Note: sorry if its so short! Ready for drama?
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Post by ty on Oct 10, 2010 0:47:08 GMT -6
Tyler was meeting an old friend at the movie theater, but only had enough money to buy a ticket. He was low on money at the time, and he found himself having to make changes to certain things he did. Wearing a loose shirt, with a vest and jeans, he looked classy but casual. He didn't usually wear these sort of clothes, but he wanted to impress the girl he was meeting. They hadn't seen each other in such a long time, and he wanted to show her that his family didn't need her money.
Coming from Wigmore, he went the back way and was now walking through an alleyway. He looked down at his watch, hoping not to be late. Suddenly looking up, he noticed three rough looking boys surrounding him. With his anger management problem, he snapped. "What do you want?" He asked in a forthright and angry tone. As one of the boys grabbed his arms from behind, immobilizing him, the other two searched him for money. He squirmed around, trying to kick his way out of them.
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Post by Karlo Damian Vanderwood on Oct 11, 2010 13:07:51 GMT -6
 He was about to buy the ticket when he heard someone, what do you want? he instantly looked around to see from where the voice came, but he saw no one around him, he looked at the boy who was about to ask him what movie he wanted the tickets for. Karlo asked the boy if he heard something, and the boy answered with just a nod, saying No.
Karlo bit his lip, he was sure he heard something, maybe he was becoming a paranoiac, or something, did jail affected so much his senses? those were only a few months, nothing to care about actually. But he looked around again, and the lights of the theater made him saw a couple of shadows in the alley.
He opened in circles his eyes as he grabbed his wallet and put it in his jacket at the time he carefully ran to the alley. He saw three guys, and they were hitting on another guy he didnt knew, but again, what was with karlo? he felt always like superman or spider man, there was something wrong with him, he always wanted to save people, maybe because he was in the look for being saved too.
Hey you! he yelled at the guy who had just punched the poor guy in the face. Leave him alone the big guy tried to punch Karlo, well he did punched him in the face to be honest. Karlo fell to the floor and then he was grabbed from his shirt and pushed against the wall. The big guy just growled as he kept punching Karlo in the face.
Nice, a broken nose.
But being a jock, has his good points, like strong legs, that he used to kick away the guy. Then he just brought out his gun. He was carrying a gun, he never left that gun in home, he only had 1 bullet, and it was for Nathaniel. But he wasnt going to shoot. He was just going to slap him with it. Now, I said, Leave him alone, NOW he yelled with a grave and irritated voice, his nose was bleeding and his lip was broken, he looked angry.
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Post by ty on Oct 12, 2010 0:27:18 GMT -6
Ty looked up at the unfamiliar boy, his eyes suddenly becoming wide. A gun?. The boy looked around the same age as him. Sure, Ty had seen many guns considering the dull neighborhood he had grown up in. But this wasn’t too far from Wigmore Academy, and he didn’t think anything violent would be seen around the area. Obviously this guy was out looking for trouble, or at least trying to avoid it. The guy looked rugged, unshaven and a little dangerious. It reminded him of his old friends, the rough crowd that Nathaniel often tried to sell drugs to.
He watched as the men scrambled away scared, off and out of view. Never had he been more thankful. “Thanks man, really. I owe you.” He thanked the boy several times. But before he was able to finish, his phone began to ring. “Hey…sorry, I’m out….Nate I can’t…well can’t you just get another guy?...ok fine, I’ll see what I can do.” He spoke into the phone, then hung up. “Sorry, that was my cousin. Oh I’m Ty VanKarlssen by the way. Thanks again man.”
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Post by Karlo Damian Vanderwood on Oct 12, 2010 10:31:00 GMT -6
His breathe was inconstant and he was kind of tired, he wasnt used to these kind of things, though he tried to catch some breath as he grabbed carefully his gun and put it behind inside his jeans. He looked at the guy that thanked him. Karlo just nodded as he passed his sleeve trough his mouth, trying to clean the blood from his face, he had a small tick. Moving his mouth and nose trying to make some sense and think that he didnt had his nose broken.
He looked at the guy and nodded again Its cool, you would probably have done the same He looked at him, he remind him of someone, though he couldnt remind his face in another place, perhaps Wigmore, or a party. He was dressing nice, did he got robbed after all? When Karlo was about to ask him, his phone rang and he decided to remain in silence, though he couldnt help but hear something he didnt wanted to hear. Nathaniel´s name.
He felt his fist go rough and his closed eyes visualizing him, he clenched his jaw as he knew Nathaniel was so close and at the same so far away. Seemed like he treated like shit this person, like everyone, Nathaniel used to think he was the greatest shit alive, with the revenge, comes the tranquility.
When he hung up, he realized that perhaps it was another Nate, and not Nathaniel V. But then as he stood next to the guy to stretch his hand and introduce himself, he heard the name he was fearing to hear. VanKarlssen.
VanKarlssen ? his face was a total shock. Was that for real? he had just saved a VanKarlssen ? God couldnt be that cruel. He doubted now, he wouldnt say his name, he would probably tell Nate about him. People calls me V He tried to compose his face as he walked out of the alley. Then he looked back to his new fella. So, you have to go? I mean I bet you had a date tonight he teased Ty.
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Post by ty on Oct 12, 2010 15:45:54 GMT -6
Ty let out a little chuckle at his last comment, but dismissed the fact that his face was now in shock. V? That was an odd name. But he didn't say anything, just gave a nod. "You know, I was supposed to be meeting someone. But I guess I owe you. Well I feel like I should be paying you back. That is, if you aren't busy?" He asked, giving a nod. He didn't feel like seeing a movie anyhow. He almost lost the little money he had.
"Hey, do I know you from somewhere? I could have sworn you look like a friend of my cousins...actually no, don't worry about it. I don't think it was you." He spoke. He dismissed that thought and waited for an answer on his offer. If he said yes, then he would call his friend and ask for another night. But what was he going to repay him? He barely had any money as it was so he couldn't buy anything. Maybe he could do him a favor or something.
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Post by Karlo Damian Vanderwood on Oct 12, 2010 19:52:38 GMT -6
He sighed and then looked confused but relaxed at the man near him. If you have a date, with a girl, then you should go, if not, that i personally doubt, your so well dressed he chuckled i might get a hot dog, join me? he said as he walked to cross the street. He personally couldnt think that he was related to Nate, this guy was so much human than him. He liked that, he felt grateful, thing nate wouldnt. Actually Ty seemed like a person with strong behavior, but he had a really different education from Nate, and that, was a point for him.
A friend of your cousins? His worst enemy you might say. He thought as he nodded in disagreement. He looked at Ty and answered very normal Really? well I'm not into that shit of populars and totty's, I have always thought that its ridiculous, to classify the people by his social status, his money to be exact. What does that mean? that someone that has nothing is capable of do nothing of his entire life? I mean dont get me wrong, but for what I know, Nathaniel Vankarlssen has tons of money, and he hasnt done anything spectacular yet. he said as he raised his eyebrow and looked at Ty expecting him to agree with his thoughts. He knew he wasnt lying.
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Post by ty on Oct 12, 2010 20:20:26 GMT -6
"Trust me, I know exactly what you mean." Ty gave a nod, reaching into his pocket. "Getting a hot dog it is." He concluded. He knew everything and believed it all about Karlo's last statement. Ty had hardly any money, but everybody still knew him because of Nate. Yet once he mentioned that he was poor, they simply looked at him differently. Pulling out a packet of cigarettes from his pockets, he held one in his mouth and slowly lit it, taking a long drag. Offering the packet to V, he continued to speak again.
"So I'm guessing you know Nathaniel? I'd give an arm and leg just to go a day without knowing him. Don't get me wrong, he's a great guy. But living in his shadow isn't all its cracked up to be. Not only have I had to deal with girls seeking vendetta against him, but I've also had him insisting on being my wing man for years now." He chuckled lightly, taking another long drag. "But I'm sure you've heard all about him.
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Post by Karlo Damian Vanderwood on Oct 14, 2010 17:10:08 GMT -6
As he heard Ty, he took the cigarettes and took one, he gave light to Ty and then to his own. He took the package of gave it back to Ty. They were walking near a hot dogs car, he felt really hungry, but he wanted to end that cigar. As he smoked he nodded and shrugged to hear what Ty had to say. It was rare to meet someone with Nate's blood and at the same time such a different thoughts.
Nathaniel, Nate the Great he puffed and laughed, I cant believe your related to him, I mean I could bet my left arm, or both of them, to affirm that in your situation, tonight, he wouldn't thanked me, he would just stated. "You saw nothing, I owe you nothing, I'm so glad he didn't punched my face, I'm so handsome, better break me a leg than my pretty face" he quoted Nathaniel making a funny rude voice.
Karlo laughed, he hadn't laugh like that in several months. He looked at the car of the hot dogs and ordered 2 and before Ty could hand some money, he had already the dollar on his hand. "There ya go, i bet the scary and shitty moment you passed there opened your hungry" he said amused.
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Post by ty on Oct 15, 2010 5:05:11 GMT -6
Ty laughed along with V. His impression of Nate was, sadly, true, but also amusing. "At least he got lucky. If he didn't have his looks, god knows what he would be doing with his life." He gave a shrug. As much as he hated to out his cousin, Nate had been annoying him a lot lately. Just as he was about to brush it off, he received a text message. Taking the hot dog handed to him, he thanked V several times and opened his phone. He didn't understand why V was being so nice. Ty wasn't used to nice guys, probably after the years he had spent with Nate.
"Tyler I still need your help. Meet me at Molunt disco. Nathaniel." Ty mumbled, reading the text message from Nate. He closed his phone and looked back up at V. Tonight, he wasn't going to listen to his cousin. He was going to pay back somebody who had prevented the little money he had being stolen. "So V. What brings you out here?" He asked. It really was odd to be roaming the streets at this hour.
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Post by Karlo Damian Vanderwood on Oct 15, 2010 14:33:37 GMT -6
Karlo was glad to hear someone laughing at his comments and know what he meant, in jail, he didnt joked, and the few jokes he told, were bitter and unfortunately true. People didnt knew Nathaniel, maybe thats why they didnt catch the joke, but Ty did knew Nate, pretty well to be honest. He would probably pay for fa surgery he said with a srhug and smiling to himself. As he handed the hot dog, he heard him say thanks several times, it felt good to hear it.
But again, Karlo somehow knew that Ty would have done the same for him, even if he didnt knew who he was or if he deserved to be saved. When Ty quoted the text message from nate, Karlo puffed and added some tomato to his hot dog I know his problem, he has too many girls right now, that he wants you to entertain the others while he fucks the girls... one by one... he said in a bitter way I'm sorry but I dont like mans that think womans are just something that they can fuck and leave he said annoyed.
He finished his hot dog and started to eat it, while Ty asked him why he was outside that night, as he passed the hot dog, he could answer normally. Actually I was going to see a movie, all alone, awkward, isnt it? But I felt like being alone in a movie theater would relax me from the reality, the presion, the stress, ya know? he explained as he tried to finish with his poor and little hot dog. Then he looked at the guy and ordered one more.
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Post by ty on Oct 19, 2010 15:22:01 GMT -6
Ty laughed at his impressed then nodded along to his sadly true assumption of Nathaniel. It was true, Nate often took advantage of girls, or at least never spoke to them again. He always made them feel special, then crush them when they were most vulnerable. Giving one last nod, he opened his mouth to speak.
"You know sometimes I just wish that he would get a taste of his own medicine. Maybe some day a girl will take advantage of him." Ty spoke, before laughing. "No, that will never happen. I bet Nathaniel would take any girl that comes his way." He shrugged, continuing to walk.
"Stress is a bitch." He commented, taking a long drag from his cigarette. "But I find that these babies are the best thing for it." He held up his cigarette, implying them. He always smoke, despite it being a filthy habit. But it always calmed him down and relieved his stress.
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